The Taste of Tears
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Mutual Heartbreak
I cried last night,
My pillow got mad.
He didn't like being wet,
I didn't like feeling sad.
We fought back and forth,
I tasted the pain.
The salt in my tears,
Left my pillow forever stained.
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2023
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